[A gust of wind tries to blow beneath the rock, and Ilsa shields herself against the inevitable splash of misty water that she knows is about to come—]
I'm not so sure it would have survived anyway.
[She looks him over, trying to discern if she's seen him before until she lands on... no. Then again, she could stand to be a bit more social and a little less stiff, probably.]
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I'm not so sure it would have survived anyway.
[She looks him over, trying to discern if she's seen him before until she lands on... no. Then again, she could stand to be a bit more social and a little less stiff, probably.]
Is your cottage far from here?